George Miles White
FROM BONIFACE TO
BANK BURGLAR
OR
THE PRICE OF PERSECUTION
HOW A SUCCESSFUL BUSINESS MAN, THROUGH
THE MISCARRIAGE OF JUSTICE, BECAME
A NOTORIOUS BANK LOOTER
BY
GEORGE M. WHITE
Alias GEORGE BLISS
BELLOWS FALLS, VT.
TRUAX PRINTING COMPANY
1905
Copyright , 1905,
By B. F. SLEEPER, Westminster, Vt.
Norwood Press
J. S. Cushing & Co.Berwick & Smith Co.
Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.
PREFACE
While paying the penalty of a last misdeed, I resolved that no more of lifes precious years should be spent in sowing to the wind and that my lifes sun should not set in eternal night; and I have been able to keep my resolution. In the awful moments of lonesomeness in the prison cell, I conceived the idea of publishing my life history in so far as I could make it interesting to the financial world and general public. Many hours of solitude, while others slept, I devoted to rummaging through the past in search of facts, dating them from the innocent days of my young manhood and resurrecting them from period to period, until I succeeded in compiling a life history which, I sincerely trust, will prove not only a helper to those who have the care of great sums of money devolving upon them, but will also be accepted by those tempted to depart from the path of rectitude as a warning not to be lightly regarded.
I have endeavored to be accurate in my treatment of each part of this history, and if there shall be discovered an error here and there, kindly, dear reader, attribute it to a lapse of memory. I kept no record of events, for in leading the life of a transgressor it is not conducive to safety; so I have been forced to depend solely upon my memory, which, as it dwelt on the past, soon became alive again with old scenes. Acts long forgotten returned to me clothed as they were more than twoscore years ago, and I found myself living over the bright days, the dark days, the days of wealth, and the days of poverty. I started to write a small book, but facts crowded upon me until I have been enabled to issue a volume of no mean proportions.
G. M. WHITE.
CHAPTER I
MY HOTEL DAYS
Here I am back again, Ellis, my dear boy! I said to my clerk in the Central House, as comfortable and inviting a country hostelry as the average man of travel would want to make an occasional visit to, if I do say it myself.
Glad of it, Mr. White, returned Ellis Merrill, as he reciprocated my hearty hand-grasp. He had been with me in the hotel business for some time, and I rather fancied him. And he was a most trustworthy young man too.
I glanced at the register on the desk, as any hotel proprietor is apt to do after several days absence.
Ah, remarked I, as my eyes fell on two namesWyckoff and Cummings. They came yesterday. Are they together?
Yes, Mr. White; and they seemed to be mighty well stocked with cash. Up to date theyve been very prompt in paying their bills; in fact, have paid for everything in advance.
I glanced over a file of business papers. Then I said: It seems theyve hired one of our best teams for three days, paid for it, and will return to-morrow. Thats good business, Ellis.
Right you are, sir.
I gossiped more about my guests,as to what business they might be engaged in, and the like.
Mr. Wyckoff told me that hes a United States deputy marshal. As to his companion, he didnt say anything, said Merrill. I allowed him to have about the best team we had in the stable, on the representation that he was a government official.
This was in the spring of 1864, when there was much reason to believe that the war between the North and South over the negro was drawing to a close. I was a resident of Stoneham, Massachusetts, and, after a fashion, felt pretty well satisfied with myself and surroundings. I was the owner of a hotel, a large livery with a fine stock of horses and vehicles, besides a grocery business in which I employed several clerks, and a goodly interest in Towle & Seavys wine house at 21 Congress Street, Boston. Also, I had a few parcels of real estate in Stoneham, which were increasing in value. In these days of colossal fortunes, the total of my worldly possessions then would be of no account; but I, the holder of thirty thousand dollars and a happy home, surrounded by a happier family, my father and mother still living, and I barely thirty, with the spirits of youth, felt, as I have just said, pretty well satisfied with my life and the world generally.
I had just returned from a delightful visit to my paternal home in Vermont, to find this United States deputy marshal and his friend, James Cummings, guests at my hotel. I must confess to having a feeling of curiosity as to what they looked like, which may have been a trifle effeminate in me; so I was not sorry when, the next day, this Mr. Wyckoff, unaccompanied by his friend, drove up to the hotel. Aside from curiosity, I had the excusable characteristic, usually found in public-house proprietors, of wanting to cater to patrons with full purses and a disposition to spend money freely. Naturally, I greeted Wyckoff effusively and made him a welcome guest. He seemed to be of a good sort; a bright, stirring young fellow, with a pleasing address and a ready flow of language. I was very much interested in his conversation on war topics, his knowledge, it seemed to me, being based on a wide experience. He appeared to be well versed in the financial opportunities of the war, particularly as to army contracts,how they were obtained and the large amount of money that was being made out of them.